At this moment, a scarlet red flaming sword appeared in ye Chen’s hand.
“Go to hell!”
Ye Chen roared and slashed out with the flaming sword in his hand.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Streaks of sharp sword light tore through the air and slashed out.
Jin Yu felt a fatal and dangerous aura. He gritted his teeth and struck out with his palms.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of explosions sounded out as the golden feather’s palms were slashed apart by ye Chen’s flaming sword radiance.
“AH...”
The golden feather let out a shrill cry. His right hand was already badly mutilated and his bones were ghastly white.
Puchi! ! !
At this moment, Di Yuan, who was holding a long spear in his hand, charged towards ye Chen once again.
Xiu!
Ye Chen did not hold back and swept out with his sword.
Dang! ! !
The incomparably sharp tip of the sword collided with Di Yuan’s spear, emitting a clear sound of metal colliding.